Sometimes . . .

Sometimes you realise you have to start again and you never saw it coming.

Sometimes you just want inner peace when others are encouraging you to fight.

Sometimes you have to be strong when your inner bones are feeling weak.

Sometimes you have to stop yourself from drowning when just six months ago you were afloat.  

We all have these sometimes, and the most reassuring thing about them, is like with everything else .. .. .. 

As my darling insightful friend Deb says "This too shall pass"

Time ticks steadily by, and I might not know yet which steps to take, but I certainly do have choices; and walking through the messy bits, rather than trying to avoid any disappointment seems the best option. 

Meanwhile the clouds are starting to shift and I'm writing again. Sometimes I guess we are so busy searching we miss the things that seek us, and sometimes we have to be patient with our hearts, because winter is always followed by spring eventually.